#ycllowhaired

As a reverend’s son, Ben had always been taught that retaining ill will towards another person was wrong. One mustn’t covet, nor begrudge another man’s actions, and yet in this instance, Ben liked to believe God would forgive him -- nay, agree that his yearning for revenge was completely justified.

In a cruel twist of fate, his brother, Samuel had been arrested on a trip to London. He’d merely been speaking his mind in a tavern -- oh, Heaven forbid -- and the judge presiding over this trial had condemned him to prison...a prison where Samuel withered away, grew sick, and ultimately died a dog’s death. That sort of oversight could never be forgiven; not when this Turpin monster lived more than heartily in a mansion, while meanwhile everyone else starved and pleaded for crumbs. 

Ben wished to reverse his fortune. So now, leaning against the wrought-iron fence across from Turpin’s grand home, he pretended to read the book in his hand, occasionally glancing over at the small boy he’d hired to pose as a distraction. At long last, he could hear a commotion. The little boy was waving his hands, speaking loudly about an investment -- one that the judge had made, of course -- going “up in flames,” and that he’d been sent by “some nice banker” to come fetch him. Turpin, in all his greed, couldn’t resist this ploy, and immediately fetched his hat and coat before accompanying the child out into the street.

Miserable old miser.

Watching until the two had disappeared, Ben quickly rushed across the street and jogged up to the front door. In Turpin’s haste, the damned fool had forgotten to lock up, and with a breathy laugh of disbelief, Ben showed himself inside and quickly shut the door behind him. He didn’t know what he was looking for, exactly -- something, anything that could prove what a monster this man was -- so he took his time as he searched through the large house.

Before long, Ben became incredibly frustrated. None of Turpin’s desks nor potential hiding spots revealed anything of import -- not even a ruinous letter. Sourly, he headed for the final room in the upstairs hall (his last chance) and immediately froze once he realized it was locked. Oh... Well, surely this was a room of interest! No man with nothing to hide would lock a door, after all.

Giddy, Ben set to work on picking the lock. After a handful of unsuccessful attempts, the lock finally sprung open, and he pushed his way into the room, pleased with himself until he realized that...well...he wasn’t alone. A pretty young blonde was seated in the far corner, embroidering quietly. Shit. Shit, shit, shit!

@ycllowhaired asked: “ that was a kick! ” / anthony girly is lowkey highkey freaking out right now

The prospect of having a child is both an exciting and a daunting one for them. Still, Anthony is excited. He'd been accustomed as a child to looking out for his younger siblings, so he has at least a little experience with infants. It will be a learning curve of course, of that there is no doubt, but he is relatively confident that between the two of them they will be able to handle whatever comes their way, and he is sure he will dote on their child just as much as he dotes on Johanna.

Her words make him raise his head from the kettle, setting it aside to come and kneel in front of his wife. One hand reaches to take hers, intertwining their fingers and giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance, while the other hovers for a moment for permission before coming to rest delicately over her bump.

"I can't disagree with that," Victor was also somewhat of a romanticist even if he didn't have any experience in the matter. His parents were speaking of potential marriage candidates, but he wasn't to have a say at all. That frightened him a great deal — how would it feel to be wed to someone he didn't know? Someone who he might never hold feelings for?

Ah, well, what good would it be to worry himself sick over that right now? He had a guest and should focus his attention on her rather than become stuck in his own head.

"If you want, we can sit down with a few of these books. I have some recommendations here." Whether or not Johanna took them or not was entirely up to her. Gathering the books he had in mind, Victor led them to one of the tables, a quiet spot tucked away in the corner. This was his favorite place to sit when he wanted to hide away from the world.

well, COLOR HIM fucking confused. if you look closely, you may see whatever lives in tommy's brain dusting at cogs and wheels, because he has no idea what the hell johanna is talking about. he thinks hard, thinks back to if he's taken the lord's name in vain or belched, or done anything else to be generally unpleasant; beth's had to remind him on more than one occasion that this is not a cell block full of men with no shits to give.

"y'mean ... bought you lunch?" yes oh yes it is a miracle; tommy williams is putting his wallet where his mouth is, no dining and dashing for this fella. they sure went and jacked up the fuckin' prices to everything while he's been inside though. the cow's mother had to've set the price for this burger, but DAMN is it good.

it is slightly spoiled now, however. "if you wanna leave, don't let me stop you. you don't have to stay." tommy holds up both hands as if she's wildly aiming a gun, and jerks his head towards the diner's door.

@ycllowhaired   asked    :    “   Why   didn’t   you   say   anything   ?   ”    /    to   penelope